May 22, 2012
"I jump, stunned by the momentum I generate, flying high up in the air until I slowly change velocity, and fall. Falling, I seize the one moment I have a clear shot. I hit my target, a large liquid metal squid. It sparks and staggers back. I grab it and toss it to the ground, watching it fall to pieces."

Playing with myself

May 6, 2012

(via rekall)

April 27, 2012
"Let me see if I have this right: Weary of converting past experience into currency, Jonathan Franzen goes on a vacation, which he immediately converts into a lengthy article for the New Yorker. The article, ‘Farther Away,’ which eviscerates his ‘friend’ David Foster Wallace, appears very nearly on the publication date of Wallace’s unfinished novel. Franzen, who claims that Wallace committed suicide as a career move, responded to Wallace’s suicide at the time by asking, ‘Does it look now like David had all the answers?’ Franzen is horrified on behalf of all of us that there’s a difference between Wallace’s persona and his actual existence. Perhaps the difference that Franzen should contemplate instead is the one between Wallace, who delved, heroically, into the darkness of his own soul, and his ‘friend’ Jonathan Franzen, whose oeuvre (and this article in particular) is devoted to fighting off any insight into himself and locating instead all shade and shadow elsewhere, out there, the next precinct over."

— In one fell swoop, David Shields annihilates everyone’s favorite anti-everythingist.  (via explore-blog)

April 26, 2012

(Source: samuraicinema, via snagamat)

April 21, 2012
"It’s easy to trivialize the sentimental fuzzy thinking of a hormonal pre-adult. But, think again. Many of the fundamental beliefs you hold on to this very day were just tiny seedlings in youth, but that’s where they began. When I formulated the meaning of life, I took into account just two things: school, and girls. School was the linear thing I had to accomplish in order to be awesome, and girls were where I derived “feelings,” and if I met the right girl, I would be awesome. There are nuances. But simply put, rejection and acceptance were the only things that mattered, when there was a track to follow, a path to walk, a predefined matrix for success. The thing is, living in a binary is tiresome. It means you’re either one, or zero, and what that means is this: you are forever deciding whether you want to be in or out, whether you have been accepted or rejected, and whether you feel good or bad. Take away school, take away career, take away any urgent meaning that pushes you in that crucial one direction, and suddenly, you’re in a whirlwind of confusion, trying like mad to churn meaning from the chaotic soupy mess around you — you disappear into your mind. You become checked in — or checked out."

playing with myself

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